A few minutes ago I heard strange noises from the kitchen, went to investigate, and found the Roomba wearing a baby gate like a giant, crushing hat. The gate was there to contain the Roomba. The Roomba has never smashed through the gate before.
"What this points to is the malleability of the human brain. Relatively brief exposure to flattened music is able to rearrange what was thought to be a very long-term and stable note category."
Re: "Batamax de-tuned us perfect pitch Althousians ;)"
I was Going to Explore This on The Previous Thread: How Exposure to Off-Center Brings Everyone's Center Off-Kilter. I Have Horrible Pitch. I am Consistent Note-Related-to-Note, But if I Start Out Flat Every Note on the Melody will Be Equally Flat, Consistently. Worse: my Consistent Flatness will Ruin Those With Better Pitch Around Me: they will Eventually Follow Me. I do Not Mean this To Happen: Consistency Makes the Unsure Follow You. I Make people Unsure. I Make Myself Unsure, and Don't Even Follow Me: You Can see where This Is Going.
The fact is, that civilisation requires slaves. The Greeks were quite right there. Unless there are slaves to do the ugly, horrible, uninteresting work, culture and contemplation become almost impossible. Human slavery is wrong, insecure, and demoralising. On mechanical slavery, on the slavery of the machine, the future of the world depends. ~The Soul Of Man Under Socialism
I am Going To Tell My Guitar Secret: Promise Not To Tell.
I Restrung the Low 'E' on my Telecaster with a Treble 'E'. When Playing a Conventional Power Chord the 'Bite' is Inverted: the Root Note is Now the Twang, the 'A' String is Now the Pulse.
I Have also restrung the Treble 'B' and 'E' as Both 'B's: Open Chords sound like a Twelve-String, and you can Play Simple Treble Leads That Bang in Beautiful dissonance.
Oh gawd, I was at a gathering a few days ago, when some guy, with a sweaty forehead was frantically mumbling in a corner behind a palm plant, that's an uncanny coincidence.
Freeman: you Continually Convince Me that there are Real People on the Internet. If you turn out to be an NSA Spy Robot I will Cry Japanese Elephant Tears.
Re: " Oh gawd, I was at a gathering a few days ago, when some guy, with a sweaty forehead was frantically mumbling in a corner behind a palm plant, that's an uncanny coincidence."
Wasn't Me. I Frantically Mumble Behind Cinder-Block. Limits the Sound.
On February 19, 1964, the lyrics coalesced, as Simon recalled: "The main thing about playing the guitar, though, was that I was able to sit by myself and play and dream. And I was always happy doing that. I used to go off in the bathroom, because the bathroom had tiles, so it was a slight echo chamber. I'd turn on the faucet so that water would run — I like that sound, it's very soothing to me — and I'd play. In the dark. 'Hello darkness, my old friend / I've come to talk with you again'."
Icepick, did you just burst in here to confront Palladian only to find that he wasn't in the room?
I already knew he wasn't in the room, having read the previous comments. But we had agreed to have a discussion on the next cafe thread. A conversation has to start somehow, why not with confrontation? Hell, we've spent many a late night pushing threads up towards 600 comments of more before.
...
And betamax, muttering the quadratic formula? Really? Don't be gauche. What would Erdos say to such banality? Start with the precepts of category theory and work from there towards a rigorous mathematics. THAT'S how it's done!
RE: "And betamax, muttering the quadratic formula? Really? Don't be gauche."
Not gauche, Gouache.
Gouache[p](/ɡuːˈæʃ/; French: [ˈɡwaʃ]), also spelled guache, is a type of paint consisting of pigment, a binding agent (usually gum arabic), and sometimes added inert material, designed to be used in an opaque method. It also refers to paintings that use this opaque method. The name derives from the Italian guazzo, and is also referred to as opaque watercolor or bodycolor (the term preferred by art historians)
But -- in reference to the reciting of the Quadratic Formula: my OCD = MC-squared.
I don't know anything about Palladian's troubles and don't want to encourage gossip, but if he comes to this thread and wants to share, god bless him. Why doesn't Android voice to text capitalize God reliably? It always seems to capitalize Android.
Michael Gerson, the Bush speechwriter who now works for the Washington Post, and singles out Republicans for criticism, turns out to have a passion for rewriting history, and making himself the center of attention.
The love these guys have for power and authority doesn't surprise me. But their urge to spy on millions of Americans is beyond ugly. It's unconstitutional and vile.
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Kind of an erotic Venus fly-trap.
Yep, that's women.
Chip Ahoy is so talented....
tal·ent·ed
/ˈtaləntid/
Adjective
Having a natural aptitude or skill for something: "a talented young musician".
Synonyms
gifted - able - capable - clever
For a minute there, I wasn't sure what 'talented' meant.
... please settle down.
A few minutes ago I heard strange noises from the kitchen, went to investigate, and found the Roomba wearing a baby gate like a giant, crushing hat. The gate was there to contain the Roomba. The Roomba has never smashed through the gate before.
Settle down, Roomba.
(You don't have to say "please" to robots.)
Just in: Americans prefer dogs to cats by 30%. Suck it, pussies!
The Roomba has never smashed through the gate before.
Angry robot insurrectionist says: "to the barricades!"
(apologies to betamax3000)
Angry robot insurrectionist says: "This job sucks!"
(apologies again to betamax3000)
... please settle down.
Does that mean "please settle down"?
Or does that mean "please settle down"?
The subtlety means everything.
Chip Ahoy is also very very creative......
Batamax de-tuned us perfect pitch Althousians ;)
"What this points to is the malleability of the human brain. Relatively brief exposure to flattened music is able to rearrange what was thought to be a very long-term and stable note category."
Re: "Angry robot insurrectionist says: "This job sucks!"
I Think You Are Doing it Better Than Me....
The Roomba has never smashed through the gate before.
The Roomba asked itself: What if I was a Brazilian spy?
Re: "Batamax de-tuned us perfect pitch Althousians ;)"
I was Going to Explore This on The Previous Thread: How Exposure to Off-Center Brings Everyone's Center Off-Kilter. I Have Horrible Pitch. I am Consistent Note-Related-to-Note, But if I Start Out Flat Every Note on the Melody will Be Equally Flat, Consistently. Worse: my Consistent Flatness will Ruin Those With Better Pitch Around Me: they will Eventually Follow Me. I do Not Mean this To Happen: Consistency Makes the Unsure Follow You. I Make people Unsure. I Make Myself Unsure, and Don't Even Follow Me: You Can see where This Is Going.
You Can see where This Is Going.
Yes we can?
Angry robot insurrectionist hates Oscar Wilde:
The fact is, that civilisation requires slaves. The Greeks were quite right there. Unless there are slaves to do the ugly, horrible, uninteresting work, culture and contemplation become almost impossible. Human slavery is wrong, insecure, and demoralising. On mechanical slavery, on the slavery of the machine, the future of the world depends. ~The Soul Of Man Under Socialism
I Can Ruin "Happy Birthday" but By Doing So I do Not Violate the Copyright. Three Blind Mice.
I just Have to Say: El Pollo Raylan reminds Me Of How Much I Have to Learn.
Grateful, I am.
I Have Authoritative Pitch: I Can Make An Entire Band Follow Me off into the Melodic Woods.
At the Bar Tonight: Played Lou Reed's 'Satellite of Love'. Love That Song; Pitch-Proof.
Angry robot insurrectionist does not wear the ribbon?
I am Going To Tell My Guitar Secret: Promise Not To Tell.
I Restrung the Low 'E' on my Telecaster with a Treble 'E'. When Playing a Conventional Power Chord the 'Bite' is Inverted: the Root Note is Now the Twang, the 'A' String is Now the Pulse.
I Have also restrung the Treble 'B' and 'E' as Both 'B's: Open Chords sound like a Twelve-String, and you can Play Simple Treble Leads That Bang in Beautiful dissonance.
I Play Guitar With the Hands of Lobster Boy.
SSSShhhh.
I want to Be Taylor Swift's Roomba.
Ahhhh, Taylor. Seventies Van. Sleazy Photographer. Bloody Corkscrew. Pawn Shop Redemption.
I thought Ann was Going to Take a Line and Run With It. My Equilibrium Needs More Lithium.
A move of the width adjustment latch by one notch, and angry robot insurrectionist will stay within his baby gated cage.
So Palladian, what the hell?
Re: Blogger Freeman Hunt said...
" A move of the width adjustment latch by one notch, and angry robot insurrectionist will stay within his baby gated cage."
I Knew You Were Watching Me.
Icepick, did you just burst in here to confront Palladian only to find that he wasn't in the room?
Sometimes I adjust my width adjustment latch by one notch, when No One is Watching.
I Hope.
Re: "Icepick, did you just burst in here to confront Palladian only to find that he wasn't in the room?"
I Often Burst into Rooms to Find Out That Everyone in the Room Then Wishes They Weren't In the Room.
Then I Go Stand in the Corner and Recite the Quadratic Formula.
Over and Over and Over.
"Wasn't" should have been "isn't," but I can't fix it because it would out of order the brilliance of betamax.
Oh gawd, I was at a gathering a few days ago, when some guy, with a sweaty forehead was frantically mumbling in a corner behind a palm plant, that's an uncanny coincidence.
...the Quadratic Formula.
Is that the idea behind Bloomberg's Breast Feeding in Public Law?
Freeman: you Continually Convince Me that there are Real People on the Internet. If you turn out to be an NSA Spy Robot I will Cry Japanese Elephant Tears.
Re: " Oh gawd, I was at a gathering a few days ago, when some guy, with a sweaty forehead was frantically mumbling in a corner behind a palm plant, that's an uncanny coincidence."
Wasn't Me. I Frantically Mumble Behind Cinder-Block. Limits the Sound.
The Sounds of Silence
On February 19, 1964, the lyrics coalesced, as Simon recalled: "The main thing about playing the guitar, though, was that I was able to sit by myself and play and dream. And I was always happy doing that. I used to go off in the bathroom, because the bathroom had tiles, so it was a slight echo chamber. I'd turn on the faucet so that water would run — I like that sound, it's very soothing to me — and I'd play. In the dark. 'Hello darkness, my old friend / I've come to talk with you again'."
Icepick, did you just burst in here to confront Palladian only to find that he wasn't in the room?
I already knew he wasn't in the room, having read the previous comments. But we had agreed to have a discussion on the next cafe thread. A conversation has to start somehow, why not with confrontation? Hell, we've spent many a late night pushing threads up towards 600 comments of more before.
...
And betamax, muttering the quadratic formula? Really? Don't be gauche. What would Erdos say to such banality? Start with the precepts of category theory and work from there towards a rigorous mathematics. THAT'S how it's done!
Deleted Scene:
Taylor Swift slowly Lifts Off Her Royals Baseball T-Shirt, revealing a Modest Red Bra.
Madonna says: It's Okay, Honey I understand your Nervousness, I Felt that Way With Warren Beatty.
Taylor asks: Who is Warren Beatty?
Madonna Replies: "Ww Starred together in the movie 'Dick Tracy'."
Taylor asks: Who is 'Dick Tracy'?
Madonna, Frustrated, replies" You Don't Know who Warren Beatty is? Bonnie and Clyde? Heaven Can Wait?
Taylor answers: "if Bonnie, Clyde and Heaven Can Wait for the Answer then So Can I."
No Sex Scene Here.
No Sex Scene Here.
And given Madonna's sinewy arms, thank God!
RE: "And betamax, muttering the quadratic formula? Really? Don't be gauche."
Not gauche, Gouache.
Gouache[p](/ɡuːˈæʃ/; French: [ˈɡwaʃ]), also spelled guache, is a type of paint consisting of pigment, a binding agent (usually gum arabic), and sometimes added inert material, designed to be used in an opaque method. It also refers to paintings that use this opaque method. The name derives from the Italian guazzo, and is also referred to as opaque watercolor or bodycolor (the term preferred by art historians)
But -- in reference to the reciting of the Quadratic Formula: my OCD = MC-squared.
But -- in reference to the reciting of the Quadratic Formula: my OCD = MC-squared.
Sigh. Some people just can't be helped.
Re: "What would Erdos say to such banality? Start with the precepts of category theory and work from there towards a rigorous mathematics."
You Math Snobs: Everything I need to Know about Math I Learned on My Nine Fingers and Eleven Toes.
Maybe Twelve Toes: One Two Has Two Toe-Nails, So it Depends on How You Count.
Deleted Scene:
Taylor Swift slowly Lifts Off Her Royals Baseball T-Shirt, revealing a Modest Red Bra.
George Clooney says: You, My Girl, Are Beautiful. You Look Like Brad Pitt in This Light.
George Clooney says: You, My Girl, Are Beautiful. You Look Like Brad Pitt in This Light.
Okay, now that goes beyond the limits of good taste!
...
And yes, I'm a math snob. It's all my mathematics training is good for these days, so I have no intention of stopping.
Oh well, catch you some other time, Palladian. I hope the things I've heard aren't true, but it sounds like they are. Good luck to you.
Interesting take on the SCOTUS AZ decision, the Lefties lost.
YMMV
Via The Heritage Foundation. IRS Targeted Hispanic Outreach Group
http://commoncts.blogspot.com/2013/06/nice-it-turns-out-irs-targeted-hispanic.html
That's got a whole hypno-toad vibe to it.
I don't know anything about Palladian's troubles and don't want to encourage gossip, but if he comes to this thread and wants to share, god bless him. Why doesn't Android voice to text capitalize God reliably? It always seems to capitalize Android.
Michael Gerson, the Bush speechwriter who now works for the Washington Post, and singles out Republicans for criticism, turns out to have a passion for rewriting history, and making himself the center of attention.
The love these guys have for power and authority doesn't surprise me. But their urge to spy on millions of Americans is beyond ugly. It's unconstitutional and vile.
edutcher, how many more "wins" like this can the conservatives stand? (I mean real conservativs, not those turds in the Republican Party.)
You know what really looks like winning? Winning!
Leading scholars call for academic review of unexpected discovery.
Bullshit.
They lie right at us.
Icepick said...
edutcher, how many more "wins" like this can the conservatives stand? (I mean real conservativs, not those turds in the Republican Party.)
You know what really looks like winning? Winning!
As I said, YMMV.
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